Nasty Bre

This is defiantly the beginning of something new.. this is how it always starts.. or should I say ends? 

When one memory fades I start a new chapter. I don’t know who he will be, where I will find him or when but, I feel it. 

This next chapter will be better than the last as I always find myself upgrading and elevating. 

The Memory of “U”

Its May.. 2019. I haven’t seen Dom since the 27th of December. I don’t think about him daily anymore, not since February. How ever in the final moments of me pleasuring myself he pops into my head occasionally to push me over that line between my climax and my orgasm.

Months ago I could fully recreate every scenario of our fuck sessions, every smell I could smell (I could remember what his cologne smelled like, it was sweet almost like baby powder and soft.. one time he tried a new cologne and it stank on him.  I remember what it smelled like and the expression on his face when I told him it smelled horrible.), 

...every sound (that song that was playing on the radio) and if I focused hard enough I could remember how he felt.

Dom was skin-to-skin..

 I can remember feeling his pulse through his cock while it was buried deep inside of me. I remembered feeling each individual vein in his cock.. 

I remembered how the head was slightly longer than normal and the ridge around it was thick.. thick to the point I would get a digging sensation when he would thrust in and out of me. 

I remembered how hot his cum would feel shooting deep inside of me when he blessed me with a full load. I remembered….

I woke up this morning and reached for my vibrator and closed my eyes. Something wasn’t right. I didn’t get that euphoric rush I'm usually engulfed in when I first switch it on. I searched my memory for dirty thoughts… nothing. As I said above I try not to think about him on a regular basis so, my thoughts of Dom are a last resort.

I cave in and search for my memory of Dom…

When I conjure up our raunchy nights I lay back in my bed, I close my eyes and drift. I can time travel. I can go back to any moment I want a relive it over and over.

I thought I had perfected this but, each time I would go back to my memory of Dom I noticed the colors faded. The candle light in the room got dimmer and dimmer overtime. When I ran back to the fantasies.. the music even sounded warped.

This is why I tried not to think about him too much.. each time my memory seemed to change minor details.

I was forgetting how he smelled..

I was forgetting how his voice sounded..

I was forgetting how he felt..

I was forgetting how he even looked…

My mind was robbing me of precious memories. My mind was resetting.. I was officially losing Dom.

Its May 15th.. 2019. I haven’t seen Dom since the 27th of December yet, we have still been fucking al this time. 

Did you know your mind can’t differentiate reality from non-reality? 

If you can think it, its happening. I got wet in my fantasies.. I came in my fantasies.. I could hear his voice in my fantasies…. smell him and feel him so, to my body and mind it was real.

Back to this morning… 

I laid down, closed my eyes and began to drift… To start things off I usually build the room, set the music, breathe in for his scent and then comes his face and his touch.

I laid back, closed my eyes and began to drift.. I called out his name…

All I found was a dim room, my voice echoed his name over and over again and the only light was from my memory of the porch light out side of my bedroom window that lit the steps to the side door in my old house.

The music was too faint I couldn’t even tell what song was playing.. I saw Dom’s shadow in the door way.. I called out to him but, he just stood there. He was too far away for me to see his face or smell his cologne.

I called out to him over and over again in a slight sensual whisper.. nothing.

He was gone. I had officially lost him.

My memory of him had faded too much, there was nothing left..

..There was nothing left. Goodbye Dom.

We drove back to Miami, I parked my car at my place, freshened up and caught an uber to his place that was only a few blocks away. 

Upon arrival he greeted me with a hug and kiss. He kissed me like he had been wanting to do it all night.. it was deep and passionate. He pressed himself against me and I could feel it throbbing  though his pants. Nice size, thick.. yes please…

At this point I am swimming, I am excited, nervous, wet aroused and worried at the same time.

1. I knew I was in trouble by the look in his eyes and it had been a really long time since I actually got FUCKED

2. He reminded me way too much of Dom, I don’t want to project and ruin a business relationship.

His had a nice financially endowed bachelor pad.. ;)  I let things happen naturally. I don’t remember how we got in the bed room, I do know he was a freak. He had a mirror angled towards the bed just like me and he used it very well.

I only have flashes of that night. 

One flash, he was covered in sweat plowing me senselessly doggy style over the edge of the bed. It was dark except the light the TV gave off. The light hitting his wet body showcased a well-defined 6pack. I could only see his outline.. maybe it was the tequila. 

I looked up to the perfectly placed mirror in the room and for a second I could swear I was fucking Dom. Sick I know…. instant orgasm, I held back calling out Dom’s name. Sick.. I know.

(HIM) He fucked me every which way he desired. 

He flipped me over and scissored my legs looking straight into my eyes while he was on top of me. I couldn’t hide my cum faces. When I would orgasm he would turn his head sideways as if he was observing me and plotting how to make me do that again.  He was trying to figure me out, he wanted me to come.

This wasn’t a selfish lover, he wanted to give me EVERYTHING I desired sexually. The hour had been up 3 hours ago. Yes we were going on our 4 hour of HARD CORE FUCKING. 

I was drenched in his sweat. I admired his body as he pumped away at my pussy while on top of me, I was in a state of pure bliss. I woke up at 7:43am. he was cuddled up behind me with a slight smirk on his face while sleeping…

Him: Now, I want you to go upstairs, get some rest and think about how next time could be nastier. How can you be nastier?

Me: Wow.. is that a challenge?

I had just spent the entire Night getting my ass tossed (back broken, breaks beat off my pussy) by a Dom look-alike. He was dropping me off home in the morning, as I prepared for my walk of shame I smiled at him a little confused because when I met him he was shy and quiet.

I realized now that was all a facade to make me comfortable. 

Lets rewind…

It was a Monday night and I attended a local Get Together for a hobbyist board thats popular in South Florida. Clients and providers meet up in a private location and have a party.. not a sex swinger type party but, a real vanilla get Together. Its called a GT.

I didn’t go there with the intention of meeting anyone I just to hangout and mingle. I must admit its a little awkward seeing 4-5 guys that you’ve fucked in the past in the same room. Many of them don’t even look my way since I’ve been on the board for years and my price has gone up, the ones that can no longer afford me look at me like a stranger. (LOL)

When I arrived I made my way through the crowd and said my hellos to the people I knew and some others I only knew from attended the previous GT’s. I am well known so I draw a small circle when I attend.

I saw a gentleman lets call him DIABLO. Diablo was an older white guy with a wild streak still in him, He was single with a good job and lots of money to spend. Not to mention he was very kinky. I met Diablo years ago at a GT but, we never actually fucked. I spotted him sitting at the bar he was already drunk. I pretended like i didn’t see him, predictably he leans over…

Diablo: Pssst.. hey you!

Me: Heeeeey! How have you been baby!?

Diablo: I am good good, where have you been baby?

Me: Around.. still waiting for you to pull the trigger and let me ruin your life.

He smiled and offered me a drink. We took two shots together… I started rubbing his leg and let my hand creep over to his cock. This party was filled with Whores & Johns there was no need to be discreet. His cock starting getting rock hard.

Diablo: You ever danced with the devil baby?

Me: Several times, he is my favorite client. HAIL SATAN!

We both laughed, I had a little buzz by now.

Diablo: What do you say we go back to my hotel? I don’t want it to go to waste. Plus I think I am ready to experience the famous Breyana Moore!

We agreed on a nice gift for my time.

He didn’t want to leave together because this was prohibited by the party.

Diablo: Meet me at ******* room *** in 15mins. I am right down the street.

Me: Ok I will be there see you soon daddy..

He stumbled out of the party. I needed a mother drink. I hovered by the bar waiting for the bartender when another old client of mine came to greet me.. lets call him Jack. Jack was an older tall, husky Jamaican guy that had a thing for young white women but, I was his special black girl. He didn’t date me anymore but, we danced and drank together at every GT.

Jack: Can I get you a drink Mistress?

Jack was low-key a submissive and I met him when I was a dominatrix. He liked to have his balls spanked. I loved him, dearly we have a lot of history together but, like I said we haven’t has a date in 8 years so, things are platonic now.

Me: Sure I would love that.. how have you been handsome?

We chatted for about 5 minutes until another girl caught his attention. I let him and the other girl chat while I was waiting on the bartender. She took my order and I motioned for Jack to come and pay for it.

Me: One second let me get my friend..

Bartender: ACTUALLY, the gentleman across the bar paid for your drink.

Me: Who?

She pointed across the way at a slim, dark-skinned guy with glasses………………………………………………..

I thanked her, tipper her and made my way around the bar. As I approached the mystery gentleman that bought my drink I noticed he resembled Dom but, better looking and put together. He was about 6’4, thin, toned with glasses and a nose piercing. The nose piercing was like a sign of rebellion, like “I am a professional but, I still have a wild side.” He shifted in his chair as I got closer and closer.

Me: Hi, I am Breyana.

Him: Nice to meet you.

Me: Thank you for the drink I appreciate it.. May I sit here?

We had a brief conversation, he looked shy but, his eyes said different. I felt he was “ACTING” shy and god damnit I was fucking right. I fell for it though. Deep in conversation I was curious about this man. I wanted to fuck him.. bad. Mind you I am in an environment of CLIENTS and ESCORTS. Breyana get your shit together.

*my phone buzzed*

(text from Diablo): Breyana where are you?

(text from me): I am coming now, see you soon!

Me: I have to go pick up something I will be back shortly..

Him: No problem.

Me: I am serious, I like you I want to talk more I am coming right back don’t go anywhere!

Him: (laughs) I will be right here. Promise.

I left the bar and went to see Diablo. He was still tipsy especially after we took shots. When I arrived he had a whole display of sex toys, vibrators, lube and condoms like a STOCK PILE! This was going to be fun.

Diablo: The Famous Breyana Moore..

Me: Thats me, take all that shit off now.. (I get sexually aggressive when I drink and I smelled a submissive on him.)

Diablo: WOW, Yes ma’am.

We both stripped. I sucked him good, nice and sloppy. He was as hard as a rock just like before.

Diablo: My goodness you are nasty, Why did I wait so long?

Me: Because you were scared of it..

I sucked him, he ate me, he used his toys on me and then I let him fuck me from the back, I threw my ass back on him HARD. He wanted more positions but, I told him he would need to make a better investment if he wanted more. The final blow was him asking to suck on my toes. He laid on the bed and I sat in between his legs facing him. I put my feet in his face and jerked his cock until he orgasmed. I promptly got dressed and exited.. gone with the wind.

I drove back to the GT and upon entering I stopped at the bar by the entrance to get a shot of tequila, I needed to wash the dick off of my breath. I ordered a shot of tequila and sucked on a lime. BACK LIKE I NEVER LEFT!

I spotted HIM, my tall, dark and handsome stranger across the way looking at me but, acted like I didn’t see him. I got some ones to throw at the naked white chicks that were dancing up, then I walked over to the stage and I threw the money up in the air. 30$ worth of 1$ bills.

Scanning the room he was sitting in the corner still with his eyes on me.. I walked over.

HIM: would you like a drink?

Me: Sure. I could use another only if you’re drinking with me.

HIM: Lets go.

We watched the girls on stage for a few minutes and found a quiet corner to talk again. We got to know the basic (Who, What When and wheres of each other.)

HIM: What are you doing after this?

Me: I don’t have plans. I have to drive back to Brickell, its about 45mins away.

HIM: NO WAY! I live in Brickell as well.

Me: Nice so you know its a crazy drive.

HIM:…I want to see you. Can you come over?

(I. AM. WET!)

Me: Sure. You know my hour is $…

HIM: Sure, Thats fine. I have tequila at my house, do you smoke?

Me: Yes, Sounds like a date to me. Are you ready to go?

Before we left the club I stuffed my face with some bar food and we left to Brickell.. What happens next was really unexpected.

If you’re looking for my normal Fap-Worthy material I post here I can tell you now you will be madly disappointed. This is raw and uncut.. enjoy.

Recently I’ve become consumed by studying Empathetic and Narcissistic behaviors and come to find out I am an empathetic narcissist. Yes, a fucking unicorn.

If you’ve been following my blog you know I have written about Dom on numerous occasions, I am sad to announce he died.

((The Pearl Necklace with 27 beads.))

Dom’s words echoed in my head: (in reference for his pearl necklace fetish)

“There is something about a pearl necklace, its soo delicate just hanging there while I ravish you…..”

"The beauty of it is in the control knowing I could easily destroy it but, I don’t.” -Dom

((CONTROL.))

I got tired of running and finally let go. The floor seemed to bottom out and I started falling.. falling into the Abyss…. 

It’s been months since I’ve seen Dom. He called me on my 28th birthday @ 2:46pm to tell me he needed a 2-3 weeks break from seeing me to focus on building his business.

 Dom was painfully predictable.

He started planning my discard 5 months earlier, at one point he told me….

“I am about to start going to business mixers and there are a lot of women there. I might just meet the one! I don’t want to leave you hanging so I will give you 2-3months notice when I can’t see you any longer to give you time to adjust.”

Yes, Dom was a your average, boring and predictable Narcissist. He love bombed (he sucked at this part, no culture and no financial resources to actually court me), devalued, gaslighted the fuck out of me and discarded me in the most predictable fashion (on my birthday to make it “memorable” - YAWN) Almost as if he read a book on “How to be a Narcissist” (But, Breyana if you knew why did you stay?)

SEX. 

Thats it.. I used his need for my fuel to live out my Dom/Sub fantasies (click here for my Story about meeting Dom). He looked similar to my previous DOM, Mister (click here for my story about Mister). I needed the pain and the pleasure, I smelled him from a mile away. 

He had a masculinity complex, I could tell how he swayed back and forth guzzling his drink in the club. He was stuck up, rude but, most importantly insecure..

I hunted him. He was an excellent fuel source. I knew I could exploit his need for control to get my rocks off. I sized him up.. tall, big cock with way too much testosterone. It was practically seeping from his pores. I smelled him from a mile away. 

I knew he would be a good fuck..he was tall enough to be a basketball player and intelligent which means he probably fumbled his career as a basketball player in his earlier years. 

This meant he would always have something to prove. I was correct.. he suffered from an injury and trashed his career in college.

Easy prey.

One time he arrived at my home late night for a fuck session and I didn’t answer the door. I watched him go thru the motions via my peephole. i still master-bate to this from time to time. I hope this reminded him of that sports career door that was closed upon his arrival..

*I found myself reading through my blog and realizing I continuously love bombed, devalued, gas lit and attempted to discard Dom many times. *I found another attempt at discard (click here) *

Back to my story..

He started planning my discard 5 months earlier, at one point Dom told me…. 

“I am about to start going to business mixers and there are a lot of women there. I might just meet the one! I don’t want to leave you hanging so I will give you 2-3months notice when I can’t see you any longer to give you time to adjust.”

(I had just moved to a much nicer area. I once flirted with my handsome neighbor in the elevator while I was with him.. He was projecting me discarding him due to my newfound elevated circumstances.)

He then used this “WORK” excuse to make his exit..  

Textbook definition of a narci here.

He planned my discard on my birthday. 

He called late enough in the afternoon to where I would expect him to be calling me to meet up to celebrate with me but, early enough so that his discard would ruin my entire birthday/night..

It didn’t.

I was how ever pissed I wasn’t getting any dick on my birthday (sad face).

I saw the signs early, in fact I was planning his discard (I could no longer fake how amazing he was to myself, we had spent too much time together and he let his mask slip when he drank too much. Sometimes I’d intentionally get him drunk and poke at him.) but, I hadn’t hooked another solid cock-source yet. Yes, you guessed it.. Narc on Narc.

((PLOT - TWIST))

Surprise bitch... I can’t keep any secrets.

I bragged about my trip to Paris, extravagant gifts (he will never be able to afford) I received from my clients… occasionally I would buy myself flowers when I knew he was coming over IF I didn’t have some already.

I never let him drive me anywhere I despised the car he drove. I drove him around like he had the pussy. (my car was way better.. occasionally he would tell me how much sexier it would be if I drove a Mercedes.)

I upgraded to an amazing condo in an amazing area with an amazing view while he was still stuck in his mystery hut.

(A year of fucking and I was never “ALLOWED” at his house. I suspected he was either a hoarder, had a boyfriend, had a live-in sex slave or he was renting some shitty room off of craigslist. All of the ABOVE!?? )

He also had an imaginary dog I never saw outside and that he often forgot he had on occasion when I brought it up.

Just fucking weird right? But, I got free dick on a regular basis. A boyfriend without a boyfriend. I didn’t care enough to ask questions.

I would listen to his made up stories about other women, he even ran that predictable bit about “You’re not like the other women.. they always call/text me all day. They want all of my attention. You don’t give me any trouble thats why I fuck with you more.”

*eyeroll*

(Looking back.. I must add I remember doing this to him, I told him I appreciated him for not stressing me about seeing clients. This was unintentionally and seemed to come naturally out of my mouth.)

It’s like he read that online a spat it directly at me. This was a failed attempt to make me jealous, I remember he would get upset when I would want him to bring another woman home. 

He needed my jealousy as fuel, I didn’t have it in me. Not for a guy like him.  Not for community dick.

It seems men with little to offer are the best in bed for survival reasons. Like, 

“...I have no personality or idea how to court and I am emotionally bankrupt to the point that I have to fake all human interaction so, let me distract her with my cock. “

I am may blog about being nasty, freaky, slutty and sexually uninhibited but, I can’t stress enough how important it is to get yourself tested regularly. Testing along with using protection consistently AND effectively.

Set the scene... 

*You like what I did there? Sex on a THURSDAY NIGHT & Til the COPS come knocking? You like it lol? Im creative as fuck lol I’ll pat myself o the back :D*

Back to my story..

It’s 11:30 on a Thursday night and I’m exhausted. Between packing for my trip to New York and moving out of my house I’m stressed, beat and in need of some serious TLC.

I have had a new man in my life now for sometime, yes Dom is still around as well but, let me tell you about Brass.

“Military Brass” simply refers to anyone within the military who has a higher rank than you. More so aimed at those with the highest rank.

I met Brass through a friend about 6 months back, we went on a few dates fooled around but never actually had sex until last night. I’m still kicking myself wondering why I waited sooo long to bed him. 16hrs later and I’m still glowing but, I had him friend-zoned.  *ladies take notes*.

He is about 6’4, with a thick linebacker build, light caramel skin complexion with a gorgeous smile and dreadlocks that he keeps styled and his beard immaculately groomed.

Brass is very handsome but I saw him more as a “brother” even though on two  different occasions we found ourselves in each other’s arms when a lot of liquor was involved. 

He works in higher level law enforcement (he doesn’t know in full detail what I do) exmilitary so naturally I feel safe and he is a care giver. Some one you’d call daddy.. Did I mention he could cook? (Issa Husband)

My phone would ring..

Me: Hello.. how are you?

Brass: Hey beautiful did you eat today?

:pause: He asked if I ate today. You don’t understand the level of awesomeness this is for women.

Me: No not yet but I’m home.

Him: I’ll come by and bring you a plate. (He owns a few restaurants in Miami.)

Our friendship grew over the past 6months.

::::Back to last night::::

I hadn’t seen Brass in over a month. I stopped by one of his restaurants earlier in the day to surprise him but he wasn’t there. I called him and we made plans to hangout later that evening at my place.

Brass was very intuitive and asked me why I sounded stressed so, when I told him about my problems he offered me a massage and some downtime to vent and unwind before my trip.

When he arrived I forgot how handsome and warm he was... you could tell he was a genuine guy.

A bottle of my favorite red wine accompanied him without me having to ask. He embraced me with a big huge and smile.

Brass: wow you do look stressed I’ve never seen you like this, you’re usually all smiles.

Me: Well maybe you can help me with that..

We made our way to my back room and we chatted for awhile eventually I made my way to the shower. I heard slow jams come on over my speaker system, through the fog and steam of the shower i swiped my hand downward to clear a space and I saw him dancing around pouring himself a drink. Brass thought he was getting some action tonight lol.

I giggled to myself and thought “Am I going to fuck him?” I mean he was doing everything right for a whole 6 months now. Our convos, he brought me wine, I had a minor problem with my car and he fixed it for me (Something that would have costed me about $500) and he was about to give me an amazing massage. I am really not that hard to please.

I slid open my shower door and he stops singing *off key* in mid song and says: 

“Oh my goodness what a beautiful woman. I have the privilege of resting my eyes on this evening. Thank you” Brass hands me a towel maintaining eye contact not looking at my body

Who talks like this? Brass was definitely getting fucked tonight but I need him to think it’s me giving in to him so.. I play it off.

I dry off and put on my robe. We sit down and talk a little more this time I let him get close. I enjoy two glasses of wine.. we have a laugh.. I can feel my pussy starting to ache. 

I looked at his eyes, his smile, I always loved his laugh, his cologne.. Brass was a big guy. I felt safe here, like nothing could get to me in this moment. 

I was talking about something I can’t even remember at the moment when Brass leans in and places his hand under my chin and tries to kiss me.

Me: Brass, what’s up?

Brass: I’m sorry I was just..

I shift positions from sitting beside him to sitting in between his legs on my couch. I put my hair up in a clip and slide my robe off my shoulders.

Me: Can you rub me here? :pointing to the area:

Brass: yes.

He began rubbing my shoulders and neck with his big strong hands but it was dry..

Me: let me get a little oil.

I got up off the couch and let my robe fall to the ground as I walked away.

Brass: Why don’t we go to the bed? So you can relax..

Me: good idea.. follow me.

I led him into my bedroom it was dark with only my red light on and two candles lit by the bed. Something out of a sex scene in a movie.  The slow jams played and the bass was knocking the walls heavy.

I could feel the sexual tension rising and Brass struggled to behave himself wondering if he could come on to strong and scare me away.

It’s hard to walk on eggshells with a hard dick...

I laid down on my bed face-down naked and he cautiously kneeled beside me still with his shirt and boxers on, I giggled inside he was scared shitless.

Me: Take off your shirt you don’t want to get the oil on it do you? *sound familiar??*

Brass: Uh... um.. ok.

Brass stood up and quickly got everything off. He took his position back kneeling at my side trying to not let his body touch mine.

Me: if you’d like you can straddle me so you’re more comfortable.

Brass: Sure.. let me know if I’m too heavy

Me: Mmm, no I’m a big girl I can take it..... daddy..

I could feel him smiling ear to ear as I hung on that last word and purred when I called him daddy. “Take it.. Daddy.. Take it” Is the message I sent to him mentally. 

By now we are skin to skin and he has used half the bottle of oil on me going crazy, rubbing me well with lots of deep pressure on my sore spots. I’m authentically enjoying the massage and being very vocal.

I swirl my hips around and graze my ass against Brass’s cock and it’s rock hard, thick just like I remember. He lets out a groan.

He touches every area but my pussy.. so respectful. I rise up and ask.. “Where is the oil?” Brass hands me the bottle and I say “you missed a spot.” I squirt oil on my ass and let it drip down my pussy...

He gets the hint. The next time he strokes my back he lets his hands graze my pussy.  I lift up my ass and it slips and slides his cock around until i get it positioned in between my thighs and the outside of my pussy.

He hesitates at first contemplating whether he would be doing too much. I shift my hips again and he starts to pump.. he strokes between my thighs... Again.. and again and again... the room was dark, lit only by my red light and two candles by the bed, something out of a sex scene. 

We had old school r&b tunes blasting.. the bass knocked my bedroom walls hard.

Slow jams after slow jam, I hadn’t felt like this in awhile. 

This is exactly what I was looking for and I happen to find it in a guy I had close to me all along I had just never given him a chance to show me.

***The next stroke... I lifted my hips and guided his cock to wedge between my thighs and pussy but, NOT inside me.

His cock was warm, thick and really throbbing. Finally he let out an “Oh you feel... sooo good.” I could tell he hadn’t been fucked in awhile. He was a hard working man with little time to himself.  

He was so grateful in this moment that I allowed him to get this close, he appreciated it whole heartedly. His “Ohhhh you feel soooo good” came  out with a PASSION.

He stroked in between my thighs and pussy over and over and over again until we were both moaning loudly hoping it would slip in on accident and we could get an accidental a taste of each other in the raw..  and maybe it would slip inside.

Brass continued to stroke between my thighs, he now had his full bodyweight laying on top of me while I laid on my stomach. He his left arm draped around my shoulders and the other firmly holding my right hand. 

I laid my head to the side and he licked and sucked on my neck, I could hear him breathing deeply with each stroke.. He was getting close.

We rocked our bodies until we both reached a very very vocal orgasm together and I could feel his hot nut pump out and fill up the space between my thighs.

Set the scene… 

Its 2pm on a Saturday I’m laying in the sand on Miami Beach, its spring break so the beach is packed. I am laying face down on my towel in my bikini top and thong, I can feel men drooling over my ass as I give them a free view.. but, my mind was elsewhere. I am eating up the sexual energy though, sipping on my small bottles of chardonnay.

Dom.. Dom, this Dom that.. I can’t get him off my mind. I am tipsy and I feel my skin starting to burn from being laid out too long. I checked my app again to see if he unblocked me.. nope still blocked. Im feeling brave so I pick up my other phone and do the worst thing possible.

Yes, I called someone that blocked me from another number like a stalker.. you know what fuck you guys. I know what you're thinking. Ha.. lol, I was tipsy and in my feelings not to mention majorly horny.

I got Doms number out of my other phone and started to text him on my 2nd phone line.. half way through the text I deleted it. I sat up and took a big swig out of my wine bottle.

I looked down at my phone and picked it up again, this time I called.. My heart raced as the line rang running through the possibilities.

*Ring*

Dom: Hello

Me: I miss you..

*click he hangs up*

OR

*Ring*

Dom: Hello

Me: I miss you..

Dom: Don’t call me ever again.

*click he hangs up*

OR

*Ring*

Dom: Hello

Me: I miss you..

Dom: I miss you too..

OR

*Ring*

Dom’s voicemail: Hi, I can’t come to the phone right now please leave a message..

*Click I hang up the phone*

Soooo many ways this could go but, my chardonnay fueled bravery got me through it.

*Rings…*

Dom: Hello Me: I miss you… Dom: What do you want? Me: Did you really block my number? I don’t understand. I was supposed to be mad at you. Dom: Yeah, you played yourself. You sent me a video of you fucking another guy.. I didn’t deserve that. I knew you were seeing other people but, that was uncalled for.

*I am giggling inside because 1. He was hurt and 2. It was him in the video not another guy.*

Me: Dom.. thats you and me.

Dom: No it isn’t. I don’t remember making that video.

Me: Yes, it was you… the night we fooled around at my studio.

*Long silence………………*

Dom: Oh.. shit.  I didn’t realize it was us.

Me: You know I would never do something like that.. come on now.

The video was dark and you could only see the outline of our bodies.. We talked for about 5 minutes until my cell phone lost signal from being on the beach. I could tell he was smiling by the way his voice sounded after we got over that part of our conversation. I left the beach beaming all the way home.. as we had briefly had spoken about our previous fall out and I explained to him that I thought he was being emotionally abusive, he apologized and let me know it wasn’t intentional of course. I felt a huge weight lift off of my shoulders.

It was St Patricks day.. I went out shopping for my Patties day outfit and found a perfect green jumpsuit, the lady in the store tells me “You must really be trying to wow someone.” I flashed her a cheeky grin as I strolled out of the store.

Text from Dom: I feel terrible about making you feel that way, if you don;t have plans tonight I’d like to see you even if its just to talk about things.

Me: I’d like that, meet me at my place around 11 and we can find something to do, its St Patricks day so, there is a lot of stuff to do.

Dom: Perfect. 11pm.

I sat there thinking.. “That was easy.. ” lol I am sure Dom was thinking the same thing. I squeezed myself into my sexy green jumpsuit, fluffed my curls, painted my lips hot pink and touched up my makeup as I was taking selfies I heard a jingle at my front door and in walked my tall black stallion.

For a second I thought it was another vision but, no it was Dom.. in all his glory flesh and blood. His attention instantly directed to how my outfit hugged every curve on my body.

Dom: Nice, I see you’ve been keeping up with your workout routine.

Me: Yes, thank you. I am glad you noticed.

Dom: I brought you a little something in the spirit of St Patricks day.. for our pregame.

He flashed a bottle of Effen. *Apple flavored Effen Vodka, amazing by the way*

We sat on the couch and talked about the events between us two and realized that we had a communication problem, I am sure we solved it.

Me: What did you mean when you said “I don’t want you that way.. you must enlighten me.”

Dom: We are getting too close for it to be healthy for either one of us. I am a human, I came into this with expectations but, things change with time and for the most part its involuntary. I also think we should stop seeing each other 3-4 times a week. It’s just too close for me. When I say “I don’t want you that way” it means I don’t want you too close, it just isn’t healthy.

Me: I agree and understand, cheers to.. a renewed friendship.

Dom: Cheers

My head started swimming after our 2nd round of Vodka and his voice was too soothing I forgot to actually listen to his words. I eyeballed his arms, his big hands and his smile.

**Talking to myself: No Breyana, don’t do it.**

Me: Excuse me, I am going to go to the restroom and get my purse so we can go.

Dom: Ok its getting late.

I got up and excused myself, upon coming out of the restroom Dom was in my kitchen getting ice. I stood in the mirror admiring myself. He came up behind me in the mirror.. Dom was soooo tall and dark chocolate. 

I could see the hunger in his eyes. I am sure he had been with someone else since the week that passed by without me but, who ever she was.. she didn’t provide him with what he needed. Dom looked like he was starving and I was the perfect snack. 

I could feel his energy increasing as he peeled my clothes off with his eyes.

He pressed himself up against me from behind as I stood in the mirror..

Dom: This outfit was for me?

Me: Yes. I knew you’d like it.

Dom: The material is so soft and I love the texture of it.. It fits your body perfectly. Your waist *Dom wrapped his big hands around my waist until his fingers touched* its getting smaller. 

Your ass *Dom let his hands wonder from my waist down my hips to my ass* it’s firmer and perkier. 

Your legs *Dom slid his hands  down further as he bent at the waist letting his lips graze my ear* you can start to see the definition.

By now I am practically wetting myself and I don’t have on panties under my outfit. Dom turns me around by shifting my hips, my face is now on his chest as he purrs in my ear in a deep voice “I wonder if your stamina has increased as well.”

It was physically obvious I was turned on, I took a deep breath and said “Please..” Dom placed his hand under my chin lifting my head upward as he towered over me even with my 5inch heels on and kissed me deeply. 

Yes, I could tell I was truly missed. Dom flashed that smile at me once our lips parted, this time it was genuine.

Dom: I thought you were getting your bag so we can go..

Me: You.. you’re right.

I walked into my bed room and opened my closet to grab my purse, I put it on the bed to load it up with all my shit and Dom stands in my bedroom doorway fucking my brains out in his head I can feel it in his stare.. he stands behind me and his cock is rock hard, i can feel everything through my jumpsuit the material is thin.

Dom: Let me in so I can leave you with that big corny smile while we are out. I want everyone to know.. I want you to think about it all night.

Me: Just a sample.

Dom: Yeah, just a few strokes..

I am basically swimming in a big, wet pool of ecstasy thinking about him inside of me. The overwhelming feeling of being desired soo strongly from someone you want just as much is addicting.

:::::AUTOPILOT::::

My eyes closed, my breaths got deeper, my pussy throbbed and got wetter as I felt Dom run his hands all over my body telling me what he was going to do to me with his fingertips. 

He bent me over the edge of the bed and unhooked the back of my jumpsuit while running his other hand up and down my body.. over my breasts, my waist, my ass, my neck he pushed himself against me in a humping motion before peeling me out of my outfit.

I stood up straight as he undressed me..  and then bent me back over the bed. 

My favorite sound was his zipper sliding down.

Dom ran his cock along the outside of my pussy it was extra wet and slowly but, surely worked himself inside of me. He did it with care and understanding with hint of authority. He sighed loudly and moaned softly. He missed me dearly..

I was so confused, happy, sad, mad, angry, regretful and ecstatic at the same time. I let him take over me like old times, I gave in completely and surrendered myself to him.. full control. Dom rocked me back and forth on his cock in rhythm with the music, the bass knocked heavy.. full body orgasms followed.

“Yessssssss …” Dom quietly hissed as I screamed out and busted nut after nut on his cock.

Dom: Nobody. Nobody can satisfy that pussy huh? You’re creaming all over my dick. All over my dick.

I was lost by now.. I was in that special place he sends me too that I can’t seem to reach with anyone else no matter how hard they or I try to get there. 

I was gone.. floating until he rapidly yanked his cock out of me. I felt the earths gravity on me once again and the firework show I was seeing faded quickly.

Dom: Ok clean yourself up.. lets go. *He slaps me on my ass*

Me: I turned around and saw the thick, creamy white mess I left on Dom’s dick.

I dropped to my knees and began to clean my nut off of his dick sucking and slurping eagerly..

Dom: I’ve taught you well. *He chuckles deeply*

He begins face fucking me, spit and drool slop everywhere.. my makeup is running down my cheeks, my lipstick is gone.. ruined.

Dom: Get up..

I stand up and he takes me to the full length mirror in my bedroom and says “Look at yourself, you look a mess. I don’t think we are going anywhere.. what do you think?” 

I started to reply, “Yes I want to…” before I could finish my sentence Dom bends me forward and pushes his dick back into me while I am in front of the mirror..

Dom: Look at you.. you can’t control yourself can you?

He grabs my hands and puts them behind my back and begins to fuck me silly.. every time my eyes look away from the mirror he slaps my ass.

Dom: LOOK AT YOURSELF. *He barks* Look what you made me do..

Approaching my next orgasm my legs grew weak, Dom held my wrists together with one hand as he held me up with the other hand letting me down slowly onto the floor while still fucking me. Eventually my face was against the carpet and I was on my knees with him railing me from the back..

He continued to cock my knees further and further apart. My loud screams turned into dick drunk moans, I could see Dom leaning over to the side watching my face as he chuckled at his hard work.

Dom: There you go, get that nut.

I went out last night and once I arrived I made my self sick as one part of me was enjoying the live band and the lost part of me kept searching for Dom in the crowd. I found a familiar face and we shared a blunt in the patio area of the club quickly before security came around.

My night dragged, no guy was good enough to even talk to.. on my drive home I blasted my favorite tunes. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter when I reached home and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I noticed how my body was changing from being in the gym every other day.

I noticed how my my ass was perking up..

..how my ass sat up like a shelf and my hips were firmer.. perfect for gripping..

….my face was slimming down, I looked a few years younger.

……..My breasts sat up in my dress without a bra.. I slipped my dress top to the side to expose my breast, beautiful. I slid my dress down exposing myself.

I stared at myself in the mirror in just my light pink lace panties and leather thigh high black boots..I admired how I styled such a delicate dainty panty with hardcore thigh high leather boots…. it was cold that night here in Miami for some strange reason.

I was beautiful. My face, my breasts, my slim waist, my hips, my legs.. I turned around and eyed myself from the back. I had been hitting the gym hard, my back muscles were more defined, I looked amazing. My radio played and I seduced myself, I became shy because I was turning myself on, it felt perverted like I was checking out my sister or something. I let it happen though.

 I danced for myself in the mirror running my hands all over my smooth soft skin, touching my perky breast so sensually my nipples stood erect, I slid my hand down my stomach and slipped off my panties bending over in front of the mirror. I love how my pussy poked out from underneath my big phat ass. Whirling my hips around thinking.. “Women are a dime a dozen but, he will miss this, I literally get paid for this of course he will miss me. I checked myself at all angles.. yeah it’d take me awhile to get over loosing something like this.

I’d pay to see something like this.. is this why men go to strip clubs?

There he was again.. Dom. I swear I saw him sitting in my living room chair watching me with a drink in his hand.

This vision creeped me out so, I took off my boots and retired to my bedroom. I laid naked in my sheets, closed my eyes and listened to music some more. I must have been in limbo because I felt a warm caress on my waist, then over my breasts, then on my ass, then my chest got tight as I tried to call out and wake myself.

I opened my eyes and the here was.. Dom was in my bed naked touching me and holding me. He grabbed my face with both of his hands flashing his sinister smile.. “I’m still here.”

Hello Tumblr freaks.. how have you guys been?

I have been a busy busy girl these past few weeks and I’v e got two stories to tell. The first one is about GUESS WHO!? Yes, Dom and my 2nd is about a new clients I made that rocked my fucking world.

The 3:45 Showing.

I was in the gym and I came across a new song from the Black Panther soundtrack and it reminded me of Dom so, I texted him a link to it.

Dom: #Wakandaforever

Me: That was corny, lol. I just thought you’d like the song.

Dom: What are you up to today?

It was 12noon on a Thursday.

Me: I am at the gym now, whats up daddy?

Dom: Today would be the perfect time to sneak away from work and go see the movie what do you think?

Me: I am down. I will try not to tell you the ending

Dom: Cool. I’ll hit you up in a bit.

Later on we agreed on the 3:45 showing and we met at the theater. I have been fucking Dom long enough to know what he likes inside and outside of the bedroom.. while I was getting dressed I thought “What screams fuck me, take advantage of me?”

I wore a bright yellow dress with tiny polkadots and red flowers with a sexy lace bra underneath. Dom had a thing for legs, delicate lace and sophisticated style. I looked like I walked out of a magazine all eyes were on me so I knew I looked good. My dress was way too short.

I arrived a few minutes after the movie began and Dom was already in his seat, the theater was empty and he was seated at the very top in the back.. I just knew I was going to get felt up.

I sat down next to him.

Dom: You’re late.

Me: Yes, I am sorry I had a small work thing to handle.

Dom: Nice.

He handed me his cup, I asked “What is this?” He responded, “Coke” and flashed that dangerous smile. The minute I put my nose in the cup it lit my nose hairs on FIRE, lol. He had spiked it with rum, like half a bottle of rum we looked at each other and cracked up. 

About 15minutes into the move I felt a light touch run across my breasts…

Dom: You look nice, I see you got dressed up for me

Me: Don’t you deserve it?

Dom: I wouldn’t be having my way with you if I didn’t think I deserved it.

Me: Having your way wi….

Dom: Shhh.. the movie is playing. 

As I stepped out of my car I had to pull my dress down because deep deep deeeeeep down inside there is a wholesome woman in me, LOL.

I didn’t have any panties on under my dress. Did I forget my panties? Nah.. I wanted every man in the room to smell the sweet scent coming from in between my legs. I wanted my pussy to sing to them.

Dom was out of town on business so, I was stuck with this throbbing between my legs that only he could satisfy. Let me tell you, I am like a walking ball of fire and sexual energy when I am left untouched. I literally seek and destroy when nature calls but, for the past few months I’ve had a companion to tame that side of me.

My body was craving.

This was day 5.

Where am I? I just got home from stepping out at 1am on a Tuesday night.

Why? I was hunting…

I had let go of Kingman, Devaughn and poor Hefe never stood a chance with Dom on top of my energy and when I say on top of my energy I mean it. I have a deep mental connection invested in Dom and it has nothing to do with love or wanting a relationship.

Its past that, its thinking that someone deserves so much good that you’d never try to tie them down.

They deserve anything their heart desires anything more than what we have now would be like caging a bird.

Yeah its nice to look at but, why limit that animal from his natural habitat just for yourself?

That is selfish.

*Back to the club*

I searched at one of my other favorite bars and yes it was packed on a weekday until 2am, welcome to Miami. The music was good, nice looking locals. People can read energy whether its intentional or not. I stepped into the spot and kicked out a “Fuck me” vibe and followed with a “I’m ready” vibe and I got the attention I wanted. Its amazing when you understand your power as a woman you can control it to your advantage.

*Nothing…*

Every guy was a NO GO, lol.

This one wasn’t tall enough.

This one smelled bad.

This one was with a girl already.

This one wasn’t fit enough.

This one was too eager.

This one was…. this one wasn’t Dom and neither was that one.

No matter how hot the guys were, I just wasn’t into it. I sent out two booty call texts, one text to an old flame I recently ran into while out but, he had a girlfriend now and the other a potential dick dealer thats been on hold for about a year. Neither was available.

On my drive home explicit scenes in my memory ruled my thoughts.

Memories..

About a week ago me and Dom were fucking and I squirted all over the bed soaking my sheets.

Me: You made me wet the bed, lol.

Dom: Yes, you needed to be purged all that built up cum inside of you.

Me: *swoon* I am going to get my other comforter off of the clothing line outside, I wanna go outside naked.

Dom: Really?

I went out my backdoor fully-nude still from rolling around in the sheets with Dom and the cool night air felt exhilarating on my skin.

This felt natural and free. I hear leaves rustling as I approach my clothing line and its Dom.. standing there tall in all of his glory ass-naked. I have a shocked look on my face I am sure because he gives me this sinister face. It’s 4am by now so its quiet and no one is outside. Dom grabs the blanket from me and lays it down on the grass. (The blanket is White BTW., so disrespectful.)

Me: REALLY! I JUST washed that today.

Dom: Wash it again tomorrow, get on your knees and bend over.

I obeyed. Dom kneels behind me, I am still wet so he glides his dick around my pussy-hole before shoving it inside of me. I had the strongest urge to cry out when he entered me because the first stroke is always pleasure and pain.

The pleasure is the warmth and wetness colliding and the pain is the stretching from my pussy-hole to the back of my pussy.. I resisted. My backyard is fenced so no one could see, but, my neighbors would hear if I moaned.

Dom stroked my pussy slowly adding in a couple of fast/deep strokes in the mix forcing me into more orgasms. I was doggy style so I could make all the ugly cum-faces I wanted but, I couldn’t scream.  He gently held my body done with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on the top of my ass cheek and rocked me so steady. I think the fact that I couldn’t vocally cry out on his dick made me hornier.

My orgasms got extra strong and longer till I eventually just entered this blissful state. The cool night air blew through my legs and tickled my pussy while Dom continued to stroke me with no mercy, the smell of the grass and the texture.

Near the end I had tired to run from Dom stroking my pussy for fear I would scream out and he chased me down by walking his knees forward when I tried to escape. Both of his hands were now on my shoulders, my face half on the blanket and half in the grass.

I had two fistfuls of dirt and grass breathing in deep.. trying to exhale quietly.

Long time freaks… How have you  been?

Oh yeah? Thats nice.. I have been well and Ive got lots of stories to tell but, no time.

Guess who this story is about? You guessed it.. my obsession with Dom continues.

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Dom: You’re getting a little round.

Me: Really?

::Dom has always had this slight asshole demeanor about him that drives me wild because I know he means no harm and that devilish smile he shines afterwards makes everything he says ok.::

Dom: Yeah really really.. when is the last time you’ve been to the gym?

Me: Umm…

Dom: Yeah, we should work on that.

Me: Ok set it up and I can join you.

Three days later..

Text from Dom: What are you doing tonight?

Me: Nothing yet, I finish work at 8:30. Whats up daddy?

Text from Dom: Meet me at —————— @ 9pm. Be ready to workout hard.

Me: Yes, Sir. ;)

I arrived at the gym and there he was my 6’6 stallion with a body of steel with built arms and legs. I never actually saw Dom fully in the light. I realized he was a little funny looking lol but, that body and handsome smile. Yum.

He worked me out for 2 1/2 hours I was exhausted by the end and he did’nt take it easy on me. The gym was closing so, we grabbed a smoothie from the juice bar and he walked me to my car. 

As I went to unlock my door Dom pressed me up against my car and gave me a long, deep wet nasty kiss.. the kiss said “I want to blow your back out and make you scream for more.” He had just finished his workout and the smell of his sweat was intoxicating.

Dom grabbed my waist with one hand and made a pumping motion pushing his cock against me looking me in my eyes wrapping one hand around my neck.

Dom: I was think gin about bending you over the machine the entire time and not giving a damn about who was watching. Mmm.

The parking lot was almost empty as we were the last ones out of the gym. I reached down and grabbed his dick.. he was already hard for me. I looked up at Dom towering over me and reached inside of his gym shorts and wrapped my hand around his fat long dick. I call it a monkey tail because of the way it curves and tucks between his thighs… ::sigh::

Dom: I bet you won’t..

I bent at the waist and took the tip of Dom’s cock into my mouth, he is 6’6 I am only 5’4 so it was basically in my face already. He let out a long sigh and pushed down on my shoulders forcing me to bend more at the waist but, my back was still against my car. I sucked.. and I sucked.. and I sucked.. he was a little salty from the sweat but, his pre-nut was sweet as always.

::The car next to us cranks up::

There was someone sitting in the car the entire time, lol. He quickly tucked his dick away and we had a laugh. I got into my car..

Dom: What are you doing after this?

Me: I don’t have plans, did you want to hang out?

Dom: Sure, I’ll go home and shower and meet back at your place.

Me: I must confess something.

Dom: What is that?

Me: I am on code red..

:Code red was my euphemism for my period:

Dom: Ok thats fine it doesn’t mean we still can’t hang out, right?

Me: Well I guess not.

What? Dom wants to hangout with me without fucking me.. this felt weird as I was sure he was only into me for sex though I did sense some kind of feelings with him.

I arrived home, showered and slipped into a red satin romper (Code Red, lol) lit my candles and put on a movie since nobody was fucking tonight. Dom arrived about 30minutes later with a bottle of rum in hand and we talked and chatted about our business endeavors, weekend plans and family. I loved his deep chuckle and the way his adams apple jumped up and down. When I 1st met Dom he would cover his face when laughing but, now he leaned his head back and roared proudly. I saw something in Dom I saw his charm and a little vulnerability and his wit..

Me and Dom had about 3 drinks each when we decided to spark up a blunt.

Dom: I am finally seeing a return on my investment after 6 months of…

::Dom was talking but, I zoned out. I was staring at his arms remembering how I would grip them while he plowed me senseless hovering over me face-to-face. I was watching his hands as he made motions while speaking.. the same hands that found themselves wrapped around my neck, my thighs, my… my ankles and my waist as pleasured himself with my body.. 

 I brought my attention to his face remembering how soft his lips felt against mine and the disgusting intriguing things he would whisper in my ear in the heat of the moment.::

Dom: What do you think?

Me: Huh? What do I think about what?

Dom: You weren’t even paying attention to what I was saying.. I see how you women feel, lol.

He paused and took a long pull of the blunt looking me in my eyes with that sinister glare in his eyes.

Dom: You know, I could use a massage for all that hard work I put in at the gym tonight.

Me: Sure, I could do that.

I got up from the couch a little tipsy and went into the kitchen to warm up some coconut oil for Dom. By now he had made his way into my bed room and sat at the edge of my bed.  I entered the bed room and he stood up..

Dom: I like this outfit, its sexy. Red is definitely your color. Are you trying to tease me? You know I can’t give it to you tonight.

::Dom traced his fingers along the straps of my red silk top and one the the straps fell off my shoulder..::

Dom: Shhhh.. thats sexy. I love how the strap just gave in so easily and fell off of your shoulder.

::Dom was seducing me. I was at a loss of words and short of breath the instant he touched me. I have never had to hold back from having sex with him before. This was new.. foreign and we both knew sex was forbidden for the night. ::

Searching for my words…

Me: Don’t.. don’t do that.

Dom: Do what? 

::Dom placed his hand under my chin and brought my head up to meet his eye contact::

My bottom lip quivered involuntary and when I inhaled for that breath I had been searching for since he touched me it was a stuttering breath.

Dom: You’re turned on, I know that look on your face… that look in your eyes.

Dom leaned in and kissed me. He placed his hands on my waist and turned me around to face my dresser mirror. He took my hands and placed them on top of the dresser. I looked into the mirror at him standing behind me as he undressed fully.

Me: I told you I am on code red.

He put his hands on mine as he stood behind me, his hands were twice the size of mine. Long skinny fingers and big rough palms from lifting weights without gloves. 

Dom pressed his dick against my ass that was covered by my thin red satin shorts I could feel the heat and the pulse running through his dick. He is dark-skinned so I could only see his eyes with the room being lit by candles.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear…

Dom: Oh.. I’m not going to fuck you. Blood isn’t my thing. You can’t massage me through my clothing can you?

I felt a deep.. wet… throbbing sensation come from my core and I let out a quiet lust filled moan. It happened again.. and again and again. I couldn’t control it. I lost my breath and when it came back to me I couldn’t help but to scream.

 Yes.. I was having an orgasm.

::Dom chuckled:: he slapped me on my ass hard and said “Massage time!”

I caught my breath still trying to figure out what and how he had done to make me orgasm without touching my pussy. 

When I got over my shameful moment I looked into the mirror confused as to why the apples of my cheek had been rounded, fluffed and shined as if I had just had a marathon of sex.

Unbelievable.

I climbed on to the bed as Dom laid on his stomach and began his massage. I admired his strong, lean tight muscular body and gave him a really good rubdown. I knew it was good because he was vocal grunting and moaning. Now it was time for him to flip over… Dom flipped over on to his back and I had to take a minute.

Dom: I really need a lot of work on my upper pecs.

He said this so nonchalantly as if his big ass mandingo dick wasn’t partially hard and jumping around on his stomach. 

I was a little tipsy off of the rum and a little high from our blunt smoking. I was dickmatized I couldn’t take my eyes off of his body and that dick.

I massaged his front and eventually I let me hands wander.. he didn’t stop me at first because I would tease it. I’d rub his cock a little as if it were an accident and slide my hands back elsewhere. 

Eventually he opened his eyes and gave me a stare as if a black panther was hunting his prey in the wild..

Dom: Come here.

Me: Where?

Dom: Here. 

::Dom patted his hands on his thighs, he wanted me to straddle him.::

Me: I straddled Dom’s lap with him still laying on his back with my body hovering over his still massaging his chest.

Dom pushed my hips down and now I was sitting on top of his bare cock with only a thin piece of satin between us. Immediately he started to get hard. 

It was hot against my pussy and the hardness was almost uncomfortable it was like straddling wooden plank. Dom wrapped his hands around my waist and pushed his hips upward at the same time and pushed his dick against my crotch.

I zoned out at this point I was drunk with lust, my pussy was piping hot and I was so wet it dripped thru my shorts (No it wasn’t code red it was pussy wetness.) I placed my hands on his chest and felt up his body.. I let my head roll back  and then he did it… Dom placed his hands on my ass cheeks and we grinded together for minute. 

Without any control over it my nose started to twitch and my face screwed up I felt like Dom was inside of me. 

Dom ran his hands up my thighs and underneath my shorts and pulled them up over my ass cheek giving me a wedgie on one side and I let out a loud scream.. he stared me in my face. I turned my head to the side not knowing what the hell kind of O-faces I was making. 

Then he slides his other hand underneath my shorts and yanked it upwards.. I flung my head to the opposite side and let out another scream..

Dom.. Dom… oooooooh fuck I think I’m coming. My body twitched involuntarily and a wet stain had soaked through my shorts onto his cock. I peeked over every now and then and he was still staring me dead in my face.. 

I fell to the side of the bed in post orgasmic bliss.. Dom stood up, wiped his dick on my sheets and got dressed.

Dom: Call me when code red is over. 

Do you believe in love at first sight? What about soul mates?

I met someone new.. his name is Hector but, we will call him Hefe.

I call Hector “Hefe” (pronounced Hef-aye for my non-latin readers)

HEFE- El Hefe or simply Hefe, (Spanish for "the boss")

I was in Home Depot looking at security cameras for my new non-adult business venture and he approached me from behind..

Hefe: Those are amazing cameras for your home if you need extra security.

Me: Oh really?

I noticed his hands were covered in paint and he had on steel toed construction boots and a belt with tools.

Hefe: Yes, I did the research to purchase them for a client.

Me: What kind of client?

Hefe: I do renovations, remodeling and flip houses every now and then.

Me: Oh really I am needing help with my office space build out.

I would say it was destiny and be corny BUT, I was in Home Depot lol thats kind of where contractors and renovation people shop. We exchanged numbers to kept in contact. The next day I met up with him and he volunteered to pick-up my paint, flooring and ran errands for me from 10am-7pm.

He drove a dusty little truck and old raggedy shoes.. me being bougie I wasn’t looking at him in a “sexual” manor but, I was oddly drawn to him in what seemed to be a natural way. I felt like I had known him for ages and ages from the few times we spent talking. He was witty and charming even though I still only saw him more as a friend and someone I hired for work.

Hefe was handsome though.. a little chubby, under 6ft, and a black Dominican like me. 

Today we met up for lunch and my new buddy swapped out his dusty work shoes and raggedy pick-up truck for a Rolex, suave all black attire, a brand new Maserati and Gucci sneakers.

I call Hector “Hefe” ….because he has a business in every single area you could imagine.. real estate.. renovation.. interior design.. car wash.. bail bonds.. anything you can think of he has a business in it.

Never judge a book by its cover..

I apologize to all the high-end 6-figure executives that have found my blog. I have never had an elitist attitude. I love a hard-working man thats good with his hands.

*Oh by the way if you’re looking for raunchy sex action you’ll be disappointed, LOL! This is just about me meeting Hefe. :P*

Hefe: Let me take you to dinner tonight.

Me: Hector I have things I need to handle and bills coming up. I need to get myself in order and focus on finishing my project as well before I take a break for play.

Hefe: Let me help you.

Me: I couldn’t do that.. not yet.

Hefe: I respect that. You’re a hard working woman, that will make a man want to give you everything.

Hefe is the type of guy that would spoon feed you, open your car door and put his jacket over a puddle for you. 

An absolute gentleman, after lunch we headed back to my office.. the workers had left for their break by now and it was just us.

Hefe: My god you’re a beautiful woman.

Me: Yes, I agree.

Dom: Do you understand why I am spanking you?

Me: Yes Sir.

Dom had me laying over his lap as he sat in a chair he got from my kitchen and placed it right in front of the mirror in my bed room. He had seen my work bag open in the kitchen when he first got to my house. I never fully explained to Dom what I do but, I am sure by now he gets the point.

Exposed were my black silk blindfold, ball gag and  paddle.

Dom: Why?

Me: Because I interrupted you while you were speaking.

Me and Dom had just come from the bar we first met at. We were having a political debate and I interrupted him mid-sentence. “Did you just cut me off?” Dom asked. He was just looking for a reason to spank me.. I gave in and played along. He reached into my bag and took out the black silk blindfold, paddle and ball gag. 

I’ve been wanting Dom to collar me and go harder with me for sometime now, I guess he got the hint and fell for my booby trap.

Dom: You are going to count.

Me: Yes.

Dom: Yes, What?

Me: Yes Sir.

Dom: After each one you are going to thank me.

Me: Yes Sir.

Dom: No, “Thank You Sir.”

He proceeded to gag me and fasten the strap around my head then came the blindfold.

(…Whack) 1. Thank You Sir.. When I thanked Dom it sounded muffled and I began to drool due to the gag cocking my mouth wide open. How embarrassing.

(…Whack) 2. Thank you Sir (…Whack) 3. Thank You Sir…… by the time I reached (…Whack) 8. Thank You Sir, I was wet. I had allowed myself to be blindfolded, gagged and put over his knee. I found it completely humiliating to have to thank him after each one as if I was desperate begging for another. The mind fuck came when I realized he sat in front of a mirror so he could watch me weak and humiliated with a front row set. He wanted me know he was watching me… fcuk.

By (…Whack) 15. Thank You Sir.. my legs were weak, my pussy was throbbing.

Dom: Now, don’t let it happen again.

Me: Yes Sir.

Dom: Up.

I climbed down from his lap.. he stood up and removed the ball gag standing behind me letting his cock graze my ass.

Dom: On you knees.

I felt around for him while on my knees, I was still blindfolded. He proceeded hold my head and put his dick in my mouth, Dom was very hard he had enjoyed my spanking. He face fucked me standing side ways so he could see my head bobbing back and forth. 

Loads of his sweet early nut spilled out of the tip as the head of his dick tapped the back of my throat. Without being able to see anything I felt everything even the pulse in his body as my hands gripped his thighs helping him ram is dick down my throat. My face was glazed and my pussy was dripping wet.

Dom: Ok Thats enough. Stand up.

I stood up and felt around for the bed, he guided my hands and bent me over the side of my bed.

Dom: Don’t move.

I heard him leave the room and his footsteps go towards my kitchen and then a familiar rattling noise.

 I searched my memory for the sound and realized he had found my dog collar and chain… Dom came back and approached me from behind instantly he wrapped it around my neck. 

I felt the cold plastic and metal collar along with the leash chain. He pushed me back over the side of the bed, lubed up his cock and slid it inside of me.

I was overwhelmed at this moment, I had been wanting this too badly for such a long time and now I finally had it from exactly who I wanted it from. Not even 5 strokes in I reached my first orgasm I arched my back while Dom continued to stroke me through my 1st nut and then tightened his grip on the leash causing me to arch my back more. 

Inside I was screaming “Pull it harder.” and he was listening.

I felt Dom wrap his hand in the chain and pull harder. 

I was forced to arch my back more or choke, I arched my back as far as I could go but, it still wasn’t enough. 

The pressure around my neck was increasing, Dom began to ride me from the back even harder. 

At this point I was experiencing one long drawn out orgasm and my pussy just dripped and dripped and dripped like an open faucet. Dom relaxed his grip on the leash and I fell forward.

The rest of the night was our regular fuck session tip the sun came up taking our famous 3 hour nap and then more sex for breakfast. Perfect.

Text from Dom: “Where are you?”

Me: “I just left my house, I am headed to *******”

It was 1am and I had just stepped out of my house to go surprise Kingman at work (The bar where me and Dom met.)

Text from Dom: “Ok I will meet you there.”

What was I going to tell Dom? No? Nope.. never could I tell Dom no, a wave of anxiety came over me as I realized Dom and Kingman would be in the same place at the same time as me after I had slept with Kingman. To be honest it kind of turned me on, it was a rush and a serious risk. 

I could literally lose Dom if Kingman wanted to tell on me.

When I walked in the bar right away Kingman spotted me, he approached me with a big cheeky grin and kissed me. When his lips parted mine he noticed the worried look on my face..

Kingman: He is here with you isn’t he?

Me: Yes, I was coming to surprise you but, he asked me where I was at and I couldn’t lie to him.

Kingman: Thats alright. Enjoy your night.

When Kingman walked off he gave me a devious grin.. as he disappeared into the crowd I could smell his scent on me. I couldn’t decide who I wanted that night..

Text from Dom: “Pulling up in 10.”

Me: Yes daddy.

Dom had made up my mind for me, I liked how he took control of the situation. Kingman would never be that bold. The night went on and me and Dom danced, he ordered me drinks and we chatted over the music every now and then like a shark I would see Kingmans dred locks that he had put up in a bun roam through the crowd making eye-contact. 

One time he passed close to Dom and greeted him saying “Hey buddy how are you?” shaking Dom’s hand. Kingman pretended he didn’t see me so I reached out in front of Dom and touched Kingmans big bulky arms and said…

“Wow, how are you Kingman!? I didn’t see you earlier.” Dom looked at me and asked.. “You guys know each other?” I replied “Yes, Kingman helped me out the other night, he walked me to my car I was super drunk. He took good care of me making sure I got water and stuff.” Dom looked annoyed and said “Oh really? That was nice of you dog..” Dom looked at Kingman.

Kingman: Yeah my pleasure.. have a good night.

Me: See you around Kingman.

Dom’s energy changed. He took sip after sip… after sip.. after sip of his drink. He began to knock back his entire drink. He either already knew I fucked Kingman OR he knew Kingman was coming for his pussy. 

YALL KNOW I AIINT SHIT!